Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • 'Tis how a muse conquering my slender age;
    Naked moments and a flightless gloom.
    Dreams are unripe, but lively own;
    From thee, I fled unconstrained.
    Sins discolored my retention when you hide from me,
    Solely then dwelt is my pathos.
    And night's and days swept, sullen;
    Neath your heavens lodge, my lost ecstasy.
    Every parent wants their bright child,
    Brighter, an ace can do morrow's shy lark.
    wipe it my wickedness my lord! let my birth fulfill.
    Let me serve you with in your cupid will, more radiant!
    you're giving me a life that i can heal;
    That tend me breath with you until my death and after.

                                                                                                                          Nithin Purple
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.